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WARNING: In some of the latter chapters there are scenes containing violence, sex and the consumption of an unpleasant bodily fluid. If you find such material offensive, please do not read the story. Charlotte's Niece By Pamela ([email protected]) Chapter 1 During my dad's long business trip to London, my mother, Lillian, began seeing a lot of Charlotte. I don't quite know why it happened, but I suppose it had something to do with my mom being shy and having a lot of free time on her hands since my dad was not around. Charlotte works in Manhattan in the fashion industry as a clothing buyer for Allied, and you could say she perfectly complements my mom. She is a "take charge" person. She plans each outing my mom has with her; she decides where they will eat and where they will shop, and what show they will see. She can talk for hours, it seems, my mom contentedly listening, nodding her head in agreement and making an occasional remark, that is, if she can fit one in. Charlotte cuts an imposing figure: swept back long blonde hair, beautiful features, dark gray or black skirt suits, tight fitting cream colored silk blouses, black high heels. Her figure is in the D cup range and I think she wears the kind of bra that makes her breasts stand out because they are so prominent I get weak in the knees every time I am around her. Charlotte is never without her friend Ethel. Perhaps I should call Ethel her 'side kick'. She is a little taller than Charlotte and also cuts an imposing figure. Her face is not quite as attractive as Charlotte's, and she is a little bit plumper, but she also has a very large bust. Unlike Charlotte, she wears colorful cotton dresses that sway around her feminine hips as she walks. I also think she must wear a completely different kind of bra than Charlotte, since her large ponderous breasts hang a bit lower and shake and swivel around inside her dress as she walks. Ethel rarely speaks, but she smiles almost all the time, and gives every appearance of finding whatever Charlotte says to be both amusing and important. Ethel also wears black high heels; at least I have never seen her wear anything else. One day in June, when my dad was not due back from London for a couple of months, my mom, sister and I took the subway from our apartment in Queens to meet Charlotte and Ethel in lower Manhattan. My sister, Lei and I needed new jeans, and Charlotte had promised my mom to take us to what she called the "perfect" jeans store on Delancey street on the lower East side. My sister is a year and a half older than me; she'll be 18 in 5 months. We're not especially close to each other, though we get along pretty well. Its just that she is very attractive and dates lots of guys, so I usually never see too much of her. She's got long blonde hair, blue eyes and I have to admit her figure is pretty nice, though I usually never think about it. She's never been a very feminine girl, rather, she prefers wearing jeans and I can't remember seeing her in a dress or skirt. I'd say she knows very well how pretty she is, and she likes that because of the guy attention it gets. If you asked me what bra size she wears, I'd have to admit that I honestly don't know. Its just not something that I ever think much about; she is my sister after all. But like I said, she has a nice figure and a big part of it is her breasts which are pretty obvious when you look at her. They're not in the same league as Charlotte or Ethel, but for someone her size and stature they are far from insignificant. I guess one thing you ought to know about is that I have been jealous of Lei's relationship with Charlotte. It just seems like every time Charlotte visits our apartment, and that is pretty often, she always has some nice little gift for Lei, like some lipstick or makeup, or a blouse or something, while I'm lucky if she brings me a bag of pistachios. According to Charlotte, the things she gives Lei come free from her job, but she still makes quite a big deal about them, and I feel kind of left out. She even calls Lei her "favorite young lady," and I have yet to hear her call me her "favorite young man." One reason I think I'm sensitive to Lei's relationship with Charlotte is that she is also closer to my mom than me. I mean, my mom and Lei have long shared a closeness coming from discussing girl type things together, such as tips on makeup or clothes. So you see my theory is that when Charlotte and Ethel started appearing a lot in our house, and Charlotte would mostly ignore me, it was like Lei was being pushed even closer to my mom than she already was and I was being forced further away. Anyway, I'm wandering a bit off the path here. What I want to tell you about began the day my mom, Lei and I went to buy jeans with Charlotte and Ethel. Now I know exactly what kind of jeans I like: boot cut Lee jeans and that was what I was planning to get. However, it turned out after we arrived at the jeans store, that even though they carried every conceivable size of every conceivable brand of jeans, my particular size of boot cut Lee jeans was sold out. I was in a quandary as to what to do next, when Charlotte suggested that I get Mudd jeans like Lei was getting. "They're much better made and more fashionable" she said. The saleswoman who had been helping us said, "but you know that they're for girls, right?" Charlotte interrupted her, "that's not exactly true. Yes, the marketing has been primarily directed at girls, but as far as jeans go they're actually unisex, and what's really important is that they're much better made than Lee jeans, and cost the same." "But Charlotte," my mom said, laughing, "they really are girls jeans. We can't expect Greg to wear them. That would be silly." Charlotte cut her off a bit rudely it seemed to me, saying, "Lillian, I'm not joking. I know their reputation is as a girls jean, but increasingly in the industry we're recognizing that clothing like jeans can and perhaps should be unisex." "I haven't had any boys buying Mudd jeans here," the saleswoman added. "Maybe not yet, but believe me it's going to happen, isn't that true Ethel?" Ethel who had been silent came to life and agreed whole heartedly with Charlotte. "Unisex jeans are going to be big this year from everything I hear." You may be wondering what I was thinking about during this conversation. To tell you the truth I wasn't following the details so much as reacting to the fact that Charlotte seemed to be paying attention to me. It seemed so odd to have me be the focus of her conversation instead of Lei, that I felt important and special. If Charlotte was right and the jeans were unisex then I figured that it was no big deal if I got them. On the other hand, I couldn't remember hearing from any of the kids at school that unisex jeans were in, so I tended to share the disbelief of my mom and Lei. "What does Greg think?" my mom said, and I felt all eyes turning on me. "I don't know," I stammered, caught by surprise. I suppose I was expected to immediately and unequivocally say "NO WAY!" but something inside me didn't want to contradict Charlotte so directly. I don't know if it was a slight fear of Charlotte as an adult or perhaps some part of myself actually was attracted to the idea of getting unisex jeans, so I searched around for some words which wouldn't cut off the possibility of getting the Mudd jeans, but also wouldn't make me seem like I was too eager. "I don't know about any other guys getting unisex jeans, but if they are going to be popular..." Regardless of what my mom or Lei might have thought about my answer, Charlotte interpreted it as a yes to go ahead with trying them on, and she directed the saleswoman to fetch them. But before she left, she also told her to get me some boys Wrangler jeans, which she said are of the same quality as Lee jeans. She intended to demonstrate first hand how much better made the Mudd's were. While we were waiting, Lei then spoke up saying, "what a joke seeing Greg in girls jeans!" I turned absolutely scarlet while Charlotte gently told Lei to not be so quick to judge. Lei's remark made me see the situation from a different perspective and I felt embarrassed. Surely all the kids would laugh at me in Mudd jeans. When the saleswoman came back, Charlotte took the Mudd's from the woman and showed Lei that the button was on the right side, "you see its the same side as it is for boys jeans, unlike normal girls pants with the button on the left side." Charlotte said this with such authority, that I felt more than a little relieved. This was helped by the fact that my mom seemed to become convinced that my wearing Mudd jeans was perfectly OK. Lei also seemed somewhat subdued by this but, later, when we were walking back to the fitting rooms together, she said to me "I don't know Greg, I never heard of any guys wearing Mudd's!" This left me in a quandary when I sat down in the changing booth. The implication of Lei's remark was that I'd make a fool of myself if I wore the Mudd jeans. It was best to wait until lots of the guys were wearing them before I did. If what Ethel said was true then it would only be a short time. I decided to put on the Wrangler jeans, and when I stepped out to show them to my mom and the other ladies, I saw that Lei was already presenting her Mudd jeans to the women. When I came up to them, I could see that Charlotte was clearly disappointed. She was frowning at me and she said, "what about the Mudd jeans Greg? Put them on! See how nice Lei's jeans look and fit. Do you see that Lillian? Ethel?" My mom and Ethel seemed to be nodding approval and Charlotte had me stand next to Lei so they could see the differences. "Look at how inferior these are! See how much nicer Lei looks in her Mudd's. Go run along now Greg and put on your Mudd's." Her voice was so definite it didn't seem like I could do anything else, so whatever Lei might think, I felt like I had no choice but to put on the Mudd's. With racing heart I went back to the cubicle and took off the Wrangler jeans. I saw that the label of the Mudd jeans showed a girl wearing them, bent over backwards and laughing. The size on the label, 9, was completely different than the Wrangler jeans. I slid the Mudd jeans up my legs with a feeling of doing something dangerous. The Mudd jeans fit really differently than the Wrangler jeans: the legs were tight, the waist seemed kind of low and I felt a strange sensation like my rear end was being lifted and separated. Its hard to describe it if you've never worn girls jeans. When I stepped out of the booth to show how they fit, I was fully expecting everyone to go "ugh" or laugh or something. Instead, they seemed to act like Charlotte had been completely right. The saleswoman in particular, seemed to be quite impressed and even Lei wasn't laughing or anything. Charlotte told my mom "you see its just like I said. Mudd makes jeans better than anyone else. The fabric, the stitching, the styling, the price, the quality. Someday, all the boys are going to find out what a great deal they are. And they're completely unisex! The distinction between boys and girls jeans is only packaging." "How do they feel Greg?" my mom asked. I could tell that they felt really different, like they weren't made for my body, like my rear end was being shaped in some weird way and I was certain there was barely any room for my penis. "OK, I guess," was all I could manage in reply. "Walk around in them," Charlotte commanded, "you'll see how much more comfortable they are." I already knew from walking out of the dressing room that the jeans made it hard for me to walk normally. The jeans were tight and grabbing at me in unfamiliar places and I had to adjust my walk accordingly. I felt like I had to take smaller steps and I had the sensation my hips were swaying back and forth. I certainly could never play baseball in the Mudd jeans and I realized with a sagging spirit that certainly my friends would be able to see that they made me walk differently. I walked back and forth in front of everybody. They were waiting for me to say something. Charlotte looked so certain that I was loving them that I was afraid to say that there was anything wrong with them. Finally, I said, "I guess I like them, but could I get a pair of Wrangler jeans also, just in case." "Just in case what?" Charlotte asked. "I mean, to play ball in. I wouldn't want to get the Mudd jeans dirty." My mom said, "of course honey!" Charlotte said to the saleswoman, "give him a pair of black Mudd jeans to go along with these blue ones and the Wrangler to play ball in. I'll treat him to the extra pair of Mudd's. Why don't you wear the pair you have on for the rest of the day, so you can see how nice they feel to walk around in?" That didn't strike me as such a good idea. I was hoping to ease my way into wearing them in public. I needed to make really sure that no one would think of the Mudd jeans as girls jeans. On the other hand, it would be easier to leave them on, and I hated my old pair of jeans which were too baggy, so I said, "OK, I'll wear them." *** Out on the street I felt self-conscious, but none of the passersby seemed to notice anything unusual, so I relaxed. While we were standing there deciding what to do next, Charlotte basked in her great accomplishment of the morning and I felt happy with the attention she was giving me. She seemed to genuinely like the way I looked in the Mudd jeans, and I felt pretty cool. I was even thinking about wearing them to school the next Monday if I could find the nerve. "Besides the jeans, another place where boys could really do well is in the underwear department," Charlotte said to my mom. "Panties actually give much more support for boys than jockey shorts. Its their elasticized legs, and tummy panels which give added support against hernia and other strains." I could see my mom suppress a giggle at this, but Charlotte continued, "seriously Lillian. Many professional football players admit to wearing long line panty girdles because of the support it gives to their thighs and buttocks. It helps prevent injuries." "How fancy are the girdles the players wear?" Lei asked seriously. "Well of course with no lace or bows or anything," Charlotte said, "you know they're just purely functional. Maybe Greg would like to try one." "But Greg doesn't play football," my mom teased and Charlotte and Ethel laughed along with her. "I know a great lingerie shop just a couple of blocks away. Lets see what they have," Charlotte said, "I'm sure Lei needs a few new bras and panties. The prices are terrific." While my mom and the others found this conversation amusing, it left me confused as to whether or not Charlotte seriously intended for me to buy panties or a panty girdle. I was already wearing girls jeans and it seemed to me that it was going way too far to also expect me to wear girls underwear. I resolved to make sure that that didn't happen, but I was also worried that I would lose my resolve. As we set off down the block to the lingerie store I caught up to my mom and said, "are you serious about the panties?" "You mean about for you?" "Yeah!" "Greg! Charlotte is just teasing you." It was somewhat of a relief to hear that, since I didn't think I could handle getting girls panties in front of everyone. Something about it terrified me, and I wasn't sure it was because I didn't want to wear them. Walking down the block, I tried to figure out how my mom knew that Charlotte had only been joking, since it had seemed so real to me. She was a mystery and particularly so because this was really the first time I felt that she even seemed to notice my existence. It occurred to me that since they were planning to go to the lingerie shop, it made sense for me to go home. I was perfectly able to ride the subway by myself. Catching up to my mom and Charlotte I said, "I might as well go home, the guys are expecting me to play ball this afternoon." "But you must stay for lunch," Charlotte said, "we're going to eat in a nice restaurant. It won't take us very long to buy a few bras. You can wait." Her tone was like an order, and I felt stung by it. "But mom..." I said. "It really won't take long. OK honey?" my mom added, sounding a lot more accommodating than Charlotte. Whenever my mom does the "OK honey" thing with me, I always do as she wishes, so I muttered a faint "oh, all right" and resigned myself to waiting for the ladies while they went into the lingerie shop. I plodded along behind everyone thinking about the Mudd jeans I was wearing. I noticed that it was a bit of a struggle walking in them. It seemed like they were forcing me to sway my hips and I tried as hard as I could to counteract the tendency. The Lingerie shop was quickly reached and I looked for a nice spot where I could wait outside while Lei and the ladies went inside. I couldn't have been out there more than a minute or two when Charlotte came outside and told me to follow her into the store. "Come with me Greg. I've got Lei searching through the teen bras and your mom in the full figured section. Now let me show you what I was talking about before." I should have known that she was really serious about getting me panties: Charlotte didn't joke around on anything having to do with fashion. Stepping into the store was quite a shock. Everyone in there was female and I had never imagined that there could be so many bras all in one place. Racks and racks of them went from the floor to the ceiling. Here and there I could also see displays of panties, slips and even corsets, but it was almost all bras. "I know just the panties for you," Charlotte said as I followed her through the store, "they're plain white and completely unadorned. No one would ever suspect they're actually girls panties." We arrived in front of a large display rack containing packages of panties, three to a pack. She thumbed through them for a second and then pulled out a package containing white panties. "These should fit you," she said handing the package to me. Like she said, they had no bows or lace or anything, but as for her claim that no one could tell they were for girls, it was clear to me that they had thin elastic along the top which was much too delicate for boys underwear. "But what about the elastic at the top," I said, "isn't this different than boys?" Charlotte gave me a stern look which softened immediately as if she were laughing to herself. "You're right, Greg, I forgot that boys underwear has wider elastic, but everything else I said was true. I'm sure you'd love the extra support that these give compared to jockey shorts. Particularly nice is that girls panties have elastic around the thigh. That'll give you a lot better support." Charlotte was so authoritative in her discussion, that I felt confused and uncertain as to what to say. It seemed to me that my mom and Lei would certainly condemn the idea as ridiculous. And as for my dad, when he got back from London, I could only imagine how he would react: "what's all gotten into your heads!" "I don't think my mom wants me to get panties," I said finally, "and I'm sure Lei would tell me its ridiculous. I also don't see how I could go to gym class and change in the locker room. They might be better than my boys underwear but the guys won't think so." I was very nervous now and reaching to find an argument which Charlotte would accept. "Don't give your mom or Lei a second thought, Greg. Now if we were getting some lacy thongs for you, that would be a different story." Charlotte took a long look at me and said, "you know Greg, all you have to do is say you don't want panties. Its not like I want you to have them. I'm doing this because I think you'll discover that they truly are more comfortable. OK?" "Yes, Charlotte," I said, now feeling embarrassed. "Did I force you into getting the Mudd jeans? I sure hope I didn't. Did I?" "No, Charlotte," I said, though I really didn't know the answer to that question. "So what is it going to be? Do you or do you not want to try the panties?" I looked at the package which said size 7 on it and looked back up at Charlotte. She truly was a beautiful woman and my eyes focused on her soft skin, her slightly rouged cheeks, the red lipstick on her lips. The corners of her mouth seemed to form a smile. I noticed that her eyes were looking right at mine and I glanced into them for a second and then looked away. They were a very pretty shade of blue, with dark mascara lashes above and below. While glancing down, my eyes took in her bust, noticing the suggestion of a lacy bra, or was it a slip?, underneath her white blouse. My heart was pounding in my chest; I didn't know what to say. "Well?" she asked me. I answered, "how do you know that size 7 would fit me?" "Well, I'm not completely certain. Let's take a look." To my surprise she began opening up the sealed package and I said, "but are we allowed to do that?" She did not answer me and I was afraid to repeat the question. She slipped out one of the panties and took out a piece of cardboard which was in it. Then she held it up against my waist to measure it. She made no effort to hide what she was doing and I felt worried that someone in the store might see. I hoped she would hurry up and I breathed a sigh of relief when she was done. "To tell you the truth Greg I think these panties could go either way. Let me see if they have them in the next smaller size." She went back through the packages of panties looking for size 6. "They don't seem to have your style in size 6, just these fancy pink ones." She held up a package of bright pink panties covered with little flowers and a wide band of lacy trim and a pink bow. "You should try on the 7's, and if they don't fit, then I don't know what to do. Are these too feminine for you?" she asked indicating the package of pink panties. Blushing terribly I mumbled something on the order of "yeah." "They wouldn't be visible, you know, underneath your jeans." Charlotte said this out loud, but as if she were talking to herself. "I have gym everyday," I said, "and I have to change into my gym uniform." "You're right, it was just a thought. Anyway, maybe the 7's will fit you. You can try them on in the dressing room. You go on ahead, its right over there," she pointed to a doorway marked "fitting room," "while I check up on Lei and Lillian." She turned to go and I said, "but Charlotte, will they let a boy in the dressing room?" I could see several women waiting in line to go in. "You're right, I wasn't thinking, I better ask a salesgirl, we wouldn't want to start a ruckus!" and she took my hand to lead me toward the changing room. I felt electrified by the contact, and I wondered if she did it on purpose to give me a signal. I noticed that she still held the package of pink panties, and I wanted to say something about it, but then thought better of it. "Wait here," she ordered when we had reached the line for the waiting room. "And hold these," she said handing me the two packages of panties. Just ahead of me on line were two pretty girls that seemed to be about my own age or perhaps a little older. The taller of the two, had long blonde hair. She turned around to stare at me. She was holding a single white, lacy bra. Her eyes gave me the once over and she turned away, but then she turned back again to look. I was certain she noticed the panties as well as my Mudd jeans. I tried to think of something I could say to her if she said anything about it. I was tempted to find Charlotte and tell her I couldn't go through with getting the panties, when I saw her returning. "I'm sorry, Greg, you can't try on the panties here. If the shop was emptier, maybe they'd let you, but there are a lot of women back there, and some might complain. I hope you're not too disappointed." She said this loud enough for the entire line to hear. I could see now that the girls next to me were staring at me. The pink panties in my hand felt like red hot coals and I held them like they were burning me. "It's OK Charlotte, I don't think I even really need any new underwear." "Well, look, I don't want to deprive you. Since you have your heart set on the panties, why don't I just buy them for you, and if they don't fit, we'll find someone to give them to. OK?" I could see nothing now but the sharp glances of the nearby women and especially the two girls. I would have run away except that Charlotte was looking directly at me waiting for my response. It was as if I was impaled by her look. My mind raced to figure out if I had really shown the desire for the panties that she seemed to think I had. If I had, then she might get mad at me for changing my mind. On the other hand, I was conscious of what seemed like the entire store looking at me and I was too afraid to speak. "Is that OK?" Charlotte said, "they really are such pretty panties." It sounded to me like she was talking about the pink panties and I was even more confused. Luckily, just then I saw my mom, Ethel and Lei coming toward us. They were holding bras and I supposed they were intending to use the fitting room. Ethel was grasping a single large white bra with a panel of lace across the cups, while my mom had two white bras that didn't have any ornamentation. Lei had a fistful of bras of various colors and I could also see she had some matching panties. "How many bras can I get?" Lei was saying to my mom as they joined us. I was happy for the distraction this caused as I saw the nearby women turn away, but not before scrutinizing all five of us. "I just got you some bras a short while ago," my mom answered. "That was ages ago mom! These are so much prettier!" "OK, just pick out 3 bras and panties. We're not made of money!" "You go right ahead and buy two more on me!" Charlotte said, and Lei excitedly gave her a hug. "Are you sure, Charlotte?" my mom said. "Lillian, these prices are too good to pass up. Greg and I found a really good deal on panties, didn't we?" she said looking at me, "but we can't decide if he's a six or seven. What do you think?" Charlotte took the white panties from my hand and once again held them up against my waist. "They may be a trifle big." My mom looked perplexed to say the least and Lei seemed to be fighting back a giggle. Only Ethel looked on as if she were seriously making a judgment. "But Charlotte!" my mom said. "Greg can't wear panties! Greg, did you put Charlotte up to this? How could you?" She was clearly upset and getting more upset. The blonde girl and her friend turned around to look at us. "Mom,..." I started and Charlotte cut me off. "Lillian, its no bother at all. I offered to buy him some." "But they're panties. They're for girls. He can't wear girls panties!" "Well he had his heart set on the white ones, Lillian. They're not really different than boys underwear. Now, the sixes are another story. I told him they're too feminine, but we couldn't find any plain ones in that size." "Mom, I didn't want the pink panties!" I finally blurted out, with my voice heaving and some tears starting up in my eyes and beginning to run down my cheek. I saw a woman near the front of the line look up and then over at me. Lei said, "the white panties are still panties, Greg. They're for girls." Her tone was kind of sharp, and I got tongue tied trying to say that I also didn't want the white panties, besides the pink ones. I could feel the tears coming uncontrollably now and in desperation I handed the package of pink panties, which I had still been holding, to my mom and ran to the front door almost colliding with two women who had just entered. With nose sniffling and eyes wet I stood outside in the street, dazed and confused. In a minute my mom came out and as soon as she started to talk to me, I began bawling. "Calm down, honey," she said and put her arm around me. Luckily there weren't too many people on the street, but I still felt like the world was watching me. Speaking softly she said, "tell me what's going on." "I didn't want any of the panties, mom. It was all Charlotte's idea." "I think it was just a big misunderstanding. She didn't mean any harm. She's feeling awful for what she's done to you. She had no intention of hurting you. You're very sensitive and she didn't know how much." It felt comforting to hear that. Maybe I had over-reacted and misunderstood Charlotte. "Will you come inside and let Charlotte apologize?" "I don't want to go back in the shop." "Then I'll tell her to come out." My mom went back in, and after a few minutes, Charlotte came out and walked over to me. "Greg, I'm sorry I made you so upset. I just wasn't listening to you carefully enough. Of course any boy would be scared to put on panties. If their friends found out, they'd really tease him! Its just that I really believe what I was saying about comfort and support. Why miss out on the advantages just because you're worried about your friends?" "My mom freaked out when she saw me getting panties!" "She saw the pink ones and I admit that did cause her some surprise. I don't know why you were still carrying them. I thought we had agreed that they were too feminine for you. I explained all that to your mom: it was just an accident that you were holding them. Anyway, she agrees with me that we should get the plain white panties for you to try on in my apartment. If they don't fit, I'll wait until the store gets some new sixes and then bring them to you. How that? OK? Are we friends?" Charlotte took out a handkerchief and wiped my cheeks with it. It was pink and dainty and smelled of perfume. "Do you have a tissue?" she asked. I shook my head. "Here you can have this for now," and she gave me the hankie. Then, smiling, she turned around and went back into the shop. It dawned on me that even after all that, she was still getting me panties, and I would have to try them on in her apartment. Chapter 2 Outside, I stood a good distance away from the entrance to the lingerie shop hoping that no one who had been a witness to my ordeal with the panties would see me again. I suppose trying on bras must be really complicated because I had to wait outside for quite a long time. Finally, I saw the two girls who had been ahead of me on the fitting room line, exiting the shop. They were holding several packages and had to struggle a bit with the door. To my chagrin, one of the blonde girl's parcels dropped to the ground unbeknownst to her. No nearby pedestrians saw what had occurred, and I didn't know what to do. On the one hand, I didn't want to be seen by her, while on the other hand it would be mean to not let her know she had dropped the package. Finally, my good side got the better of me, and I hurried to the package, picked it up and ran down the block in pursuit of the girls. They sensed me coming and turned around in surprise just as I reached them. "You dropped your package back there," I said, panting and pointing up the block. "Oh! My bra!" the blonde exclaimed, as understanding poured into her face. "Thank you! It's so kind of you to chase after us!" "No problem," I said, and turned to walk away, but halted when she said, "wait, that was really kind of you. We saw you in the shop before." "I know," I said, wincing with embarrassment. "You were having quite a problem in there. Who was that woman?" "Which one?" "You know, the one getting you panties." "That's my mom's friend Charlotte." "What's her trip?" "I don't know. She insists that panties are better for guys cause they're better made or something. The same as with these jeans." "Yeah, we both noticed they were girls jeans. They don't fit so bad, but it seems kind of surprising to see a guy in them. But down here in the village you can expect to see anything, like a guy buying panties is not so unusual. But how did she make you get the jeans?" "She said they were unisex, and its cool for guys to wear them." "Really now! That's news to me," the blonde's friend said, "but, personally, I don't care if guys want to wear girls jeans. It would probably do them some good. The panties are another story." "I put a stop to that!" "That's not what Charlotte said after she came back from talking to you outside. She told everyone that you still wanted to get the panties. Your sister, what's her name?" "Lei." "Lei, that's right, she even said that your mom is pretty sure that you had tried on her bra, so as far as she's concerned she's not too surprised you'd want panties." "That's not true!" I lied as a wave of fear ran through me and I didn't hear the rest of what she was saying. My mind raced to figure out the implications of this news. Besides my mom and Lei, did my dad know? and who else? Now Charlotte and Ethel knew and maybe half the lingerie store. *** The truth is that I had tried on my mom's bra a few times. It had started a year earlier when I had come to the bathroom one day to take a shower. The master bathroom in our apartment has only a shower stall, and occasionally my mom takes a bubble path in the main bathroom. She often leaves her bra hanging on a hook after she goes, and on this particular occasion she had done so. For some time I had been thinking of trying on one of her bras to see what it was like and this time I went ahead and did it. My heart had pounded fiercely in my chest and the sight of myself in the mirror, with the large empty white cups across my chest and the straps running under my arms around to my back, caused me great excitement. If I didn't look too carefully, the mirror showed what looked to be a real girl. The bra was slightly sweaty and smelled faintly like my mom's perfume. I touched my penis and ejaculated almost immediately. After I had come into the sink, I felt disgust and took the bra off as fast as I could. Then I had realized that I didn't remember exactly how it had been hanging or which hook it had been hanging on, and there was no obvious reason why the bra would move from one hook to another. Though initially worried that I'd be found out, the more I thought about it the more certain I was that my mom would never notice the change, so I figured there was no cause for alarm. The next day, however, I had had a feeling that my mom and Lei looked at me funny and I couldn't quite put my finger on exactly why. I had thought that maybe it had a connection with the previous day's incident but I wasn't sure. Besides, my dad acted normal to me, and I figured if he knew about it, he would have killed me. Anyway, I felt awful about having done it, and I told myself I'd never do it again. The next time my mom took a bath I noticed that she did not hang her bra on the hook, and I felt anxious that it was because of me. Subsequent baths were the same thing. She just wasn't using the hook any more and I became convinced that she suspected me of wearing her bra. However, one day I noticed my mom's bra in the hamper when I was depositing my clothes there. She had just taken a bath and I realized, with some relief, that this explained why she was no longer using the hook; she had merely taken to directly using the hamper. Since the bra was just as available to me from the hamper as from the hook, it was clear that it had just been coincidence that her switch to the hamper coincided with my first time wearing her bra. I had to learn to be a lot less paranoid, I scolded myself. For many subsequent weeks, I checked to see if her bra was in the hamper, and every time it was, but I never tried it on. Eventually, however, a few months later, I did fish the bra out and feverishly put it on. Rubbing on myself caused an almost instantaneous orgasm. Relieved sexually, I felt emotionally drained, and vowed that this was indeed the last time. Well, my vow typically lasted about a month before I had to make the vow over again. All in all, I guess, I've worn my mom's bras about five times. Each time I died a thousand deaths and swore even harder that that time would be the last. *** "I don't think its normal," the girl was saying when I was again able to concentrate, "I mean boys wearing their moms clothes. I think your mom shouldn't have left out her bra like that, too, as a temptation." "How is it a temptation?" the blonde said, "its just a bra. Why would a boy find it tempting?" "You know what I mean," her friend said. The girls obviously had not accepted my lie, so I said, "I don't want to wear girls clothes. I just tried the bra on out of curiosity. Just one time." "Yeah, but you're wearing Mudd's right now and you're going to be trying on panties later, at least I can't see you saying no to Charlotte." "You saw her, I got tricked into it." I knew this sounded pretty lame, and the girls didn't act like they believed me. "Anyway I know a lot of guys give their boxer shorts to girls," I added. "That's different," the blonde said, "boxers are just like shorts. My boy friend would never wear my panties, even if I gave him a pair and begged him to try them on." "Can you imagine Mike in my panties!" the other girl laughed and the blonde joined in with her. I felt really dumb just then, but the girls noticed my mom and Charlotte leaving the shop in the distance and they said, "it looks like your mom and the others are leaving. Don't take our joking too seriously. Its actually pretty brave of you to wear the Mudd's if you like them." "Where do you live?" the blonde asked. "In Queens." "We live uptown near Union Square. I'm Linda and this is Aubrey. What's your name?" "Greg." "Maybe we'll see you around some time, like if you come back here for more panties!" Audrey teased. At least, it seemed like she was teasing. "It was nice of you to return my bra to me," Linda said and she and Aubrey continued on their way, and then turned around and I waved at them. I turned back towards my mom who I could see was looking up and down the block for me. *** Rejoining the group I heard Charlotte say, "and that last bra, you know the blue one, gave me enough cleavage to sink a ship," and my mom, Lei and Ethel laughed uproariously. They did not act differently towards me, despite what had transpired in the shop, and I knew that from my side, I wasn't going to mention the incident any more. The only problem I had now was to make sure I didn't try on the panties in Charlotte's apartment, since this way I could demonstrate to my mom and Lei that I did not have a desire to wear bras or panties. "Now, if we're done shopping, lets have a lovely lunch at Annie's and then come back to my place for some dessert," Charlotte said, and began leading us the few blocks toward the restaurant. Lei and I fell in together walking to Annie's. I wished I could read her mind so I could find out what she and my mom really thought about me wearing the bra. Even more pressing was to see what she thought about my wearing panties. We were out of ear shot of Charlotte, my mom and Ethel, so I said to Lei, "I really can't figure out Charlotte." "She really means well, Greg. I don't think you should say anything bad about her." I had thought my tone to be fairly neutral, but Lei must have heard a complaint in it. "I wasn't saying anything bad about her." "Well it sure sounds that way. All she was trying to do was help you out." "You're singing a different tune now. Before you were laughing about the jeans and the panties." "I wasn't laughing AT you! I was laughing at the idea of unisex jeans, cause most of the guys I know will have a hard time adjusting to wearing them." I must have looked puzzled, since Lei continued, "you know they see themselves as so macho and cool, but if being cool means wearing the same jeans as your girl friend, it'll drive them crazy." "I still think Charlotte was coming down too hard on me about the panties." "Look, Greg, she really feels awful about the misunderstanding, stop being so persistent." "But it didn't seem like a misunderstanding at all!" "You're so stubborn! And besides, you're not being totally honest..." Lei suddenly stopped the thought, and I realized that she was probably thinking of me wearing mom's bra. "The bottom line is that you've always been jealous of my relationship to Charlotte. Its just that she's kind of a woman's woman. She knows so much about clothes and fashion and that sort of thing, that she's not easily going to have a relationship with boys. You have been jealous, haven't you?" "No!" "Don't lie, Greg!" "Well, she does give you a lot of presents." "Nothing that you would want! Anyway, today she really bent over backwards to include you, and all you did was get so freaked about some panties." "You'll be the first to laugh at me if I wear them." "I will not. I think Charlotte knows what's best and you should just trust her." "Wearing girls panties is best for me?" "She explained why. Why are you being so stubborn again?" It was clearly best to stop the conversation right where it was and I said, "I guess you're right about Charlotte. Mom and you like her so much, and she does really seem very generous." "That's big of you, Greg, you are growing up!" Lei had the final word, since we just reached the restaurant and entered in behind Charlotte, my mom and Ethel. *** It was a small restaurant, and our waitress led us to a table in the back that was partly a booth and partly a regular table in that three could sit on a padded bench curving along the wall and two more would be in facing chairs. The waitress, who must have been around my age, was absolutely gorgeous. She was wearing a short black mini skirt and a tight white blouse through which I could see her bra plain as day. At the table, Charlotte predictably started directing us where to sit. "Lillian I know you'll prefer a chair, and Lei I want you across from me. Greg, you can sit between Ethel and me on the bench. You won't feel too hemmed in will you?" Before I could answer one way or the other she said, "Oh, but first go potty so you won't make one of us get up during the meal." I couldn't believe my ears. Did I hear her correctly? "Go potty!" "Go potty!" Jesus, I was so mortified, I couldn't talk. So Charlotte just said it again for all the world to hear, "now go potty Greg, hurry up. The bathroom is over there." She pointed to a door. Regardless of anything I didn't have to pee, so there was no use for me going to the bathroom. "I don't have to go," I said a little bit hotly. "That's what you say now, but you'll change your mind as soon as we sit down. Go run along, Greg, we'll wait for you." She matched my indignity with a trace of condescension. I looked toward my mother for help, but she was preoccupied with putting her bag under her chair and didn't notice. Charlotte sat down and turned toward my mom and Ethel. She obviously wasn't planning on discussing whether I had to go to the bathroom or not. Hurting, I turned away and headed to the men's room with the intention of going in, washing my hands and immediately leaving. I stormed into the bathroom, only to discover that it was tiny, and another man was already using the urinal, which was mounted on the wall immediately next to the sink with no partition between them. A large mirror on the wall over the sink showed the reflection of the man's cock as he peed. If I were to wash my hands, they would be within a short reach of his cock. The sight of his large pink member rising up out of dark pubic hair shocked me, and I looked away as fast as I could. The guy was dressed in a white shirt and looked as if he worked in the kitchen. He was in no hurry, and even if he was, he must have had gallons of pee in him since he went on and on peeing as I waited. I suppose I could have used the stall, but I don't ordinarily like to do that, and, besides I didn't have to pee. I tried to look every which way I could, but not at the reflection of the man's cock in the mirror. Finally, I heard his flow slowing down and then faltering to droplets and then stopping. He flung his cock inside his pants, zipped his fly and moved over to begin washing his hands. I had to move to let him squeeze past me and ended up facing the urinal myself. He loudly pounded his hands on the soap dispenser, turned the water on and began scrubbing away. The urinal was free and I had no choice but to avail myself of it since what else would he think I had been waiting around for? I wasn't at all in need of it, and moreover I was reluctant to bare my organ not a foot away from him, and to have him watch and wait for my urine, which I knew would never come under the circumstances. To stand in front of the urinal and not pee, however, would give the message that I was embarrassed, so I tried to chew up some time by fumbling with the Mudd jeans zipper. On and on he scrubbed, on and on I pretended to have problems with the zipper, until there was no way I could delay any longer. So I popped out my penis to plain view in the mirror and I tried shifting my body to hide it, but it didn't do any good. If I turned sideways too far it would be like I wanted to pee on the floor. Besides, at that angle I'd be touching the man. How can he wash his hands so long I wondered. What the hell was on those blasted hands of his to keep him so preoccupied? In another minute he wouldn't have any skin left. Lord Jesus, I swore, the way he keeps washing he must be obsessive compulsive. I wasn't making any progress with my peeing. It wasn't even close and I was certain now that he was purposely taking time with his hand washing just to enjoy his control over my bladder. In another minute, I'd have to put my penis back in my pants, and take whatever smirk he wanted to give me. Finally, to my utter relief, my companion turned off the faucet and reached to grab paper towels. Our eyes met in the mirror and I saw him look down at my cock and then back up. He meticulously dried his hands with as much attention as he had washed them, while I stood peeless at the urinal, displaying my sorry member in the mirror. After what seemed like an eternity, in which whole galaxies could have been created and destroyed, he finally got himself ready to go. Before he did so, however, he looked at me and said, "hey dude, unisex Mudd's, far out." And he was gone. I was stunned. To say that in that moment, I developed a whole new appreciation for Charlotte would be an understatement. If that wasn't enough, the moment I was alone in the bathroom, I felt a great urge to pee, and pee I did; Charlotte was right on that score also. I must have been in the bathroom quite awhile, since the ladies were about to order lunch when I returned to the table. I went to Ethel's side of the bench since I was nervous about having Charlotte get up for me. Ethel let me in and I slid along the seat to my spot. After Ethel sat down again, I found myself with barely any seat for myself. The two ladies took up more than their share of the space and I was hemmed in between them. On either side of me their hips and shoulders were touching mine, and if I let my legs spread the slightest amount they would come in contact with one or the other of their legs. I tried keeping my knees together as best I could. "Did you wash your hands?" Charlotte asked. "Of course," I said sharply. "You took a long time." "I had to wait for someone." I had wanted to tell her what he had said about my Mudd's but she was being so irritating I decided to hold it back. "Come choose something to eat, we're ready to order." The waitress came back and started taking the orders. I rapidly scanned the menu looking for something I would like. It was a fairly elegant restaurant and the choices seemed complicated, containing fancy sauces and spices. I had barely gone through any of it, when I realized that everyone was waiting for me. The waitress was facing me with poised pencil. I hadn't really even looked at the menu so my words started to stumble out. "IIII, ummmm, ahhhh..." and then Charlotte intervened, "I think the menu is a bit too complicated for him." "Do you like chicken? Or maybe a hamburger?" "I can understand it," I said. "Then hurry up," Charlotte said, "so you don't keep the young lady waiting." Rapidly scanning the menu, I said, "I'll have the Ris de Veau." Lei burst out laughing and my mom, Ethel and Charlotte in unison, said, "Greg! do you know what that is?" "Veal with rice?" "Not at all," Charlotte said firmly. "Its glands, organ meat. Look, why don't you order something simple like chicken." "OK!" I said with no small amount of irritation, "give me chicken!" I felt myself holding back tears. It had really looked like "riz" which is rice. If Charlotte hadn't forced me to go to the bathroom, and then rushed me with the menu, I would have realized the difference. I'm not crazy, I thought to myself. "Its always a concern bringing children to this kind of restaurant," Charlotte said, "so hard to find something they like." She was saying this to the waitress and I fought back a second wave of tears. To top it off, Charlotte noticed that I hadn't yet put my napkin in my lap, and while talking to the waitress, she took it, opened it and laid it in my lap. I settled into a funk, counting the minutes until this awful day was going to end. One thing I knew for sure was that I was never going to see Charlotte again if I could help it! Charlotte and Ethel sat leaning their arms on the table, while I slouched in between them. Surrounded tightly on every side, I leaned back in my seat and moved my arms to my side, even though they then lightly touched the women. Charlotte was going on and on about some wonderful thing or another and I lost track of the conversation. The way Charlotte and Ethel had their arms forward at an angle, from my vantage point I could see the bulges of their breasts jutting out and hanging slightly down toward the table. Their breasts were within inches of my arms, and they were enormous. Looking up I tried to mentally compare them to my mom's and Lei's which were visible from a very different angle. None of them had a problem in the breast department, I thought. Eight breasts, I counted, and four bras holding their large pink orbs. The waitress brought drinks, a coke for me, that I never even ordered. I reflected on the fact that my mom and Lei didn't know that I knew that they knew that I had tried on a bra. Evidently, my mom did not intend to confront me on it. But it felt more than a little weird to think that they suspected that about me. Maybe it was a normal thing for boys to do. Since I wasn't particularly effeminate, I suppose that they saw no real danger in me having done it. But it was interesting that my mom never hung her bras on the hook in the bathroom anymore. I wondered if Charlotte and Ethel were aware that my arms were gently touching theirs. Perhaps they did, since it seemed like from both sides they were moving in a wee bit tighter against me. Nothing was being said between us, it was very subtle, and I have to admit that I felt no little excitement thinking that maybe they were flirting with me. Of course the age difference made it bizarre, and then at one point, Charlotte crossed her legs the other way and I felt the contact between us lessen. It must be all in my imagination, I thought. While we waited for the food to arrive, Charlotte said, "Lei, lets take a look at your bras." Lei reached under her seat for the package she had been carrying and handed it to Charlotte, who opened it and took out a handful of bras and laid them on the table cloth in front of herself which meant that they were practically in front of me. She held up the top bra, which was light blue with scalloped lace over the top of the cups. "You're too much for a B, but not too much for a C. These Lilyette's are a rather small C so they fit you just a trifle snug." "Yeah, it didn't feel like there was much more room. But they don't even make a D in that style." "I know. Sometimes its not easy to find a bra that is both pretty and fits right. Flat women don't have any problems in finding pretty bras, but they're trying to make up in lace what they lack in womanhood." I thought that was a rather nasty comment, but if anything, my mom, Lei and Ethel seemed to share a common scorn for flat chested women. Since the four of them were well endowed it was easy for them to think like that. I felt like saying something like, "is that fair!" but I was sure that Charlotte would have an answer for me, besides chewing me out. "The girls in gym class are going to just chill when I wear my new bras," Lei said, "they're already envious of me, and now with some pretty bras like they have, they'll be jealous." "Lei, you shouldn't talk like that," my mom said. "You don't hear what they say about my old lady bras!" "You don't have old lady bras, and you never had!" "Well, you know what I mean. My bras are all kinda old and plain." "You insisted on plain bras the last time we went shopping." "We weren't shopping with Charlotte." My mom laughed, "Charlotte what would we ever do without your fine taste!" "Lei, I did nothing more than make a few suggestions." "I just love my new bras. Especially the blue and the pink Lilyette's, and the flower Bali." She went through the bras picking up different ones. "And all the panties! Mom, you can give away my old white panties. Like Charlotte said, its best to match my panty with my bra every day." Out of the bag she had taken a stack of panties in various colors and I could see they matched the bras. It seemed obvious that Lei was flaunting her special relationship with Charlotte, just to make sure I didn't encroach on her "territory." How fickle, I thought. She has just about all of Charlotte's attention anyway and still begrudges me the little bit of attention Charlotte gave me today, like even that was anything other than annoying! Charlotte gathered up Lei's underwear and delicately placed them back in the bag. When she was done she said, "speaking of panties, Ethel get me your bag." "Of course! Greg's panties, how could we forget," Ethel said, and she reached under her chair to find the package she had placed there earlier. My hope that Charlotte had forgotten about my panties was dashed. Now there was no way I could get out of trying them on and I was sure that this would confirm my mom's suspicion about her bra. Ethel was having trouble finding the package with her left hand, so she tried reaching under the seat with her right hand, the one next to me. To do this she had to push against me with her upper body and as she did so, her breast pushed down very hard on my arm. I was surprised by how heavy and dense it felt. Perhaps it had to do with being constrained within its bra, I really don't know. I made no effort to move, since there was no place to go except into Charlotte. I hoped the moment would never end, but finally Ethel's fingers found the package and she sat back up straight, handing it to Charlotte. Charlotte reached into the bag and took out two packages of panties. The original package of white size 7's and a new package I hadn't seen before, containing light blue panties. "We had some luck and they found these size sixes in the back room." She opened up the package, took one out and handed it to me. Embarrassed, I looked the panty over, and saw that it had a little blue bow on the front as well as a shiny blue applique rose on the left thigh. I didn't say anything, but I could see that the rest of them saw the ornaments as well as I did. I didn't know what to say, so I said "thanks," even though that was not exactly what I was feeling. "Don't thank me until you try them on and see if you like them. Between the two sizes, I'm sure that one of them will fit you well." Just then the waitress came with lunch. As luck would have it, the first plate was my chicken, and she said, "you'll have to move your panties, so I can put your chicken down." She said this with a straight face looking directly at me. I averted my eyes and scooped up the panties as fast as I could. "Sorry," I croaked. *** During lunch Charlotte asked Lei about her summer plans. "I'm going to be a counselor at a wilderness camp in Utah. Hiking and living in the back country with a group of about 20 kids. I'm really looking forward to it!" "When do you go, and for how long?" Charlotte asked a little sadly it seemed to me. "I leave in a week and I'll be gone for about 8 weeks." "Ethel and I will really miss you!" "Thank you Charlotte!" Lei said, "I'll miss you both too." "Send us a postcard or two, if you get the chance." I wished that I could say I would miss Lei, but I couldn't. I was looking forward to being alone with my mom for the summer. We'd get to know each other much better than we do now. "Greg won a place in a summer research program at NYU," my mom said, "his dad and I are very proud of him." Charlotte seemed genuinely interested hearing that and said, "congratulations, Greg! Tell us more about it." "I'm going to a special mathematics research program this summer at NYU. Its for students starting in the fall, to get them on a fast track into research." I was enrolling in NYU for the fall, even though I would then be just seventeen, since I had skipped eighth grade. "How marvelous, Greg!" Charlotte said with great sincerity, "you should feel very proud." Blushing again, I said, "thank you Charlotte. I really like math and I'm excited about getting into the program. I'll be able to get some help from a faculty advisor, but I get to spend a lot of time doing independent research and I get a stipend." "Its too bad you live in Queens. You'll have a long hot commute everyday. Won't you?" Charlotte said. "It won't bother me," I said. "Well we can't stand for that," Charlotte said emphatically, "and I know just the way to help you out." Now addressing my mom she said, "Lillian, why don't you let Greg stay with me this summer? From my apartment, NYU is a short walk, and you know I have plenty of extra room. I'll give him one of the guest bedrooms." "I don't know," my mom said haltingly, and then I saw a smile break out on the corner of her lips. Charlotte picked up on it immediately, for she added, "I'm reading your mind Lillian. It would free you up to join Greg's dad in London! Like you had been telling me, it's such a shame that he has to be all alone for so long, and that you would just love a vacation in Europe." I must be a little slow witted, because it took a minute for me to grasp the plan that Charlotte and my mom were hatching. I couldn't imagine living in the same apartment with Charlotte. I had seen her in action this day and I could well imagine how difficult she'd be to live with day after day. "Ummm," I said out loud, "I don't think its such a good idea, mom." "Why, honey?" "Well all my stuff is at home, and I don't mind the subway trip, and my friends are there." "You could move all your important things to Charlotte's, and you already told me that most of your friends will be gone to camp and traveling for the summer. And you also complained to me about having to ride the subway; that was the one thing which made you hesitate about accepting the offer." "But, its not fair to put Charlotte out like that!" I said with some desperation. "Its no bother at all," Charlotte said. "In fact, it will be a great pleasure. And besides, Greg, you shouldn't deprive your mom of the opportunity to join your dad." "But I don't mind staying at home alone! And what about Lei? She'll be alone for a week." "Lei can stay with me too for the week until she goes," Charlotte said. "That would be neat!" Lei said. "I'd love to." "Then its all settled," Charlotte said with finality. "Lillian, you buy a ticket to London as soon as you can, and I'll get the apartment ready for Greg and Lei." My mom gave me a look, and I said, "Thanks Charlotte." "Its no bother at all." After a minute or two it was still silent, and I suddenly remembered what had transpired in the men's room. I don't exactly know why I now felt the need to say something nice to Charlotte, but I did, so I said, "in the men's room there was this guy who noticed my Mudd jeans and said I was real cool. Just like you said." Charlotte looked at me a little strangely and then smiled. I thought she'd have something to say about that, but she didn't. Chapter 3 As we left the restaurant, Charlotte announced that we would take a cab uptown the mile or so to her apartment. Almost as soon as she signaled for one, a cab pulled over in front of us. When the driver saw that there would be five passengers, he warned, "its going to be a tight fit." "Don't fret," Charlotte said, "we can manage. Now Lillian, you sit up front. Lei, sit on the far side, Ethel next to her and Greg will squeeze in between Ethel and me." We ran to follow her instructions. Lei and Ethel slid in to their spots, and then I got in wondering how in the world both Charlotte and I could fit in the remaining space. She told me to lean forward and over towards Ethel while she got in and closed the door. I was left crouching in the back with my head practically in the rearview mirror. "OK, you can sit," Charlotte said and I sank down onto a tiny bit of the seat that she and Ethel managed to free up by putting their legs to either side. There was very little room for my legs and I ended up twisting my body side-wise facing Charlotte with my legs tucked under Ethel's legs. To keep my balance I held onto the drivers seat, but the cabbie didn't like that and told me to lean back. I ended up sliding practically off the seat with my head buried into Charlotte's right arm. In front of my eyes was the massive bulge of her breasts. From where my head lay, I could see a corner of her bra top with her breast inside. The scent of her perfume filled my nostrils. Charlotte kept up a steady stream of conversation with the cabbie, giving him directions to her apartment building. She put her arm on my shoulder to steady me as the taxi took off. I was in a precarious position on the edge of the seat and it seemed that if the taxi took a turn too fast I'd slip onto the floor. My arms had no real place to be. My right arm managed to find a handle on the door next to Charlotte to hold onto. I couldn't see where my left arm was but during a sharp turn of the cab my left hand accidentally grabbed Ethel's leg. "My pantyhose!" she cried. I let go immediately, and my mom turned around and said, "how's everything back there! A tight squeeze?" "Just great," I mumbled sarcastically. My left rib was hurting from the seat edge that was digging into it. I wondered why Lei hadn't been chosen to sit between Charlotte and Ethel. I tried to rise up to find another position but Charlotte's arm increased its pressure forcing me to stay where I was. "Stop wriggling," she said, "its just another few blocks." I was acutely uncomfortable with my body twisted in an awkward position and I could feel my left leg falling asleep. Charlotte had me pinned securely and I couldn't move my leg. I wiggled my toes a little until Charlotte said, "keep still." As we rode along, the bouncing and turning of the cab caused my face to slide around on Charlotte's arm next to her breast. I tried to stretch out a bit into a more comfortable position. My hips pushed out towards Ethel forcing her legs to move over more and my head rose up until I could look down at Charlotte's breasts. It must have been uncomfortable for her, since she sat up a bit straighter giving me more room, but as she did so my head fell onto the front of her breast. Finally, using both hands she grabbed my head and directed it back toward the side of her breast. Her left hand went over my face and I could see her perfectly manicured nails with bright red shiny fingernail polish. Looking